On the Saturday morning, Alice awoke first arose and went about getting ready for her day. She felt invigorated, alive and fresh. Donning a teeshirt and jeans, she went down to the kitchen to make her coffee and her man's tea – he did not like coffee whereas Alice was almost addicted to it. As she was preparing to take his up to him, he came through the doo...
Joyce and I were gone, attending to other things for a couple hours before we returned to our still somewhat reluctant companion, giving him time to rest and become accustomed to his current condition. The discreet monitor in the corner had registered only snores and our other ally, baby, had not noticed any distress. It was still cold in the deep dungeon ro...
I would like to thank my editor and those who provided me valuable feedback! * * * * * The noise emanating from the Sea Maiden tavern was often the only thing heard throughout the warm, salty nighttime air of the docks. Gone were the bustling merchants and stone-faced city guards who populated the area during the day, retreating to the safety found within...
A visit to a mid-week art gallery opening had stimulated our cultural appreciation and the free wine on offer had relaxed us both. We stopped off at a bar after viewing the art and were enjoying the warmth of the evening and the impact the alcohol was having on the stress levels we had both built up during the first three workdays of the week. We sat on bar...
This story is inspired by Literotica author, patientlee's, "What the Hell Are You Looking At?" which in turn is inspired by the 1863 painting Le Déjeuner sur l'Herbe by Edouard Manet. It is a painting of two clothed "dandies" and a nude woman having a picnic lunch. In addition there is a woman wearing a chemise, bathing in the water behind the picnic. (It ma...
"More coffee?" Kat finished pouring one for herself and gestured at JJ's cup with the pot. "Mmm...Thanks." He accepted around a mouthful of toast. He swallowed and continued. "The waste in the bathroom basin's blocked." "I know. I'll call Matt this morning and see when he can come fix it." Of course it was blocked. She'd said, last week, that it would be....
When I woke up, I was on the couch. I couldn't remember where I was at first. It was a lovely London morning outside, lots of fog but pleasant. The light filtered in through the window. Mark was late last night. He'd called me from his mobile at some discotheque and said that since it was Paul's birthday, he wouldn't be home until sometime after one o'cloc...
There were only two couples left in the restaurant. I bussed a nearby table for Matt, whom I'd sent home sick earlier, and listened to the sultry banter of the younger couple. The older couple was almost done, I'd checked on them a few minutes prior. The young couple (newlyweds perhaps?) were too busy staring at each other than to do much justice to the cour...
There is a periwinkle bulb at the top of a post over the emergency phones, put up to save girls about to be gang-raped by marauding frat boys. Through tears, it splits into four spikes, like a compass rose, and hangs gently in the sky, outside the filmy dorm window. The blue light snags the belly of each tear that she squeezes out: they fall in a steady proc...
Sorry for the delay.... ----------- When Terri woke up, she found that sometime during the night her hands had made their way into her underwear. She smiled, thinking that her fantasy man had once again come through. Over the past week and a half, she found herself fantasizing about Zack whenever she got a chance. She didn't know what had come over her. T...